Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what's left of me
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Ain't no better off, just used and simply confused by your complexity
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Cause you took my heart and my soul and my self-esteem
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All that remains to be seen yeah is.
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What's left of me, it's a mystery
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You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
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What's left of me, what's left of me
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I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
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What's left of me
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I should've known I couldn't survive on my knees at that pace
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You left a catalog of blue hang-dog expressions on my face
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Like a wrecking ball, breaking hearts slicker than Vaseline
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All in all I'm lucky to keep uh-huh
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What's left of me, it's a mystery
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You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
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What's left of me, what's left of me
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I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
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What's left of me
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Someday I might just get back in line
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That's if my nerve returns, considering I find
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What's left of me It's a mystery
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You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
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I'm taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what's left of me
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What's Left Of Me
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| Rodney Atkins |
